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It was far into night by now, and in front of Richard’s Teamilk stood the two. Ellen wore her everyday clothes, so Belle had figured she had not called her out for anything work related. Still, this was not the first thing – or even the tenth – that had come to mind. Belle looked down at the small trinket in her palm and then back up and towards Ellen, who had handed it to her. It was a small little thing that looked like a pocket watch, albeit where the clock would be inlaid was a black spiral on white background. It had a button on the bottom that was parallel to the chain it was held from.
“…What is this, exactly?” Belle asked with hesitation evident in her voice as she stared at Ellen with a confused look.
Ellen stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest and fiddled with the lollipop in her mouth before she answered. “It’s a hypnotiser, apparently. One of my friends gave it to me, but aside from hypnotising them I don’t have a use for it.” Ellen muttered tiredly.
“Well…” Belle held it up to her face, looking intently at it with utter suspicion, albeit a curious suspicion. “Does it even work? And how?”
Ellen shrugged, a buzzing of her phone as she did, and she quickly took her phone out to check, speaking absentmindedly to Belle as she did. She swiped through messages, eventually finding one to warrant a stern furrowing of her brows as she stared down at the phone’s screen. “…Yeah- Yeah, it works. Alright, I’ve got to go; I’ve got overtime,” Belle could hear Ellen’s tongue click as she muttered the cursed word. “See you around.”
Belle didn’t have much to go off of, as she stood staring down at the trinket. Did it truly work, or was Ellen just on autoreply? They were both questions that could be answered at once, although how Belle should go about it was something she stood pondering for a while longer. Eventually, she settled on one surefire way of testing it. And onwards to Random Play she went.
She eventually arrived and moved her way through the front door and into the empty store with a tired stare. The moment she was inside though, she gave herself an energising slap on her cheeks – now was no such time to let the powers of nightfall take hold upon her weary eyes. Belle stepped forward in the well-lit and cozy building she was allowed to call her home, checking first inside the staff room to no avail. She made her way up the stairs and towards Wise’s room, his door still open to a moderate surprise.
He usually didn’t have it open at this time, although whether he was asleep or not was up in the air. Belle stepped inside and looked round to see him sitting at his desk with a serious gaze, his hand on his chin as he stared at the screen, likely figuring out the months finances. Belle sprouted a small smirk as she walked in silently, taking a wide berth round him to stay out of sight. He could use some time to relax, although that depended on whether or not the trinket actually worked.
Belle wound her way up behind him and stood behind his chair. She straightened the chain and made sure the face of the hypnotiser was facing her, being sure it would not turn round away from her. Holding it by the chain, Belle lowered down the spiralling face in front of Wise’s eyes, dangling the device over his head. She leaned in behind him and whispered into Wise’s right ear.
“On the count of five and when I snap my fingers, you will be hypnotised by me~” Belle muttered, her voice the only thing preventing it from sounding sensual.
Wise had been at his desk for the last two hours, crunching numbers and being forced to painfully recall exactly how much power Fairy sapped out with every day she existed. In fact, the only reason Wise didn’t use Fairy to do their finances and, more predominantly, their taxes, was entirely due to the fact that the numbers would fluctuate precisely due to the fact that she was helping to begin with.
Perhaps it was the tire that was felt in his very soul that led him to, but as Belle ever so stupidly and playfully hung the trinket in front of his face, he decided to play along. Wise knew it would be a bad idea, for both himself and their finances being pushed back, but he was at a point to where he simply didn’t care anymore - it was time enough for bed, so he may as well go along with whatever game Belle is trying to play with him, Wise figured.
Belle swung the trinket in a slow, rhythmic motion from side to side in front of Wise’s face, a cheeky smirk on her lips as she did. However, she noticed something strange as she swung it, quietly counting down to five out loud: it seemed to be working, and as she hit five and snapped her fingers next to Wise’s ear, he didn’t even flinch. He merely sat frozen. Even as she pulled the trinket away and leaned in front of him, waving her hand in front of his face with slight confusion at its apparent success, he didn’t budge an inch.
Belle stood straight, a large grin spreading onto her face as she wheeled Wise’s chair away from the desk and spun it towards her, her back to Wise’s bed a metre or so behind her. Even now with him completely facing her, Wise still did not move a muscle - it took Belle manually moving his arms by pushing them away from their previous pose of being on the desk for them to not be locked rigid. He stared not directly at her, more towards the corner of the room. Noticing this, Belle smirked and stood on the opposite shoulder as she posed Wise’s head upwards more, nearly only the ceiling being in his cone of vision.
Wise sat completely still, and even he wasn’t entirely sure as to how he was managing it. However, the smirk and prior whispering played back in Wise’s mind. It was very like Belle to try and tease him in one way or another, but this much was strange. He couldn’t tell what exactly she had planned for him nor why she was doing this to begin with. However, Wise could feel a small tug near his pants. Belle was out of sight right now, so he couldn’t tell for certain whether or not it was her, and yet no other possibilities presented themselves.
Perhaps it was because of how long he had been sitting- Actually, Wise already knew that was the case; the general lacking blood-flow he had gotten from sitting this long had made it so he could not feel his lower half. He could only be teased by the sensation of Belle doing something to his pants, something that he was not entirely sure what doing so was meant to accomplish.
Then he felt air.
It was a strange, wafting feeling, and it was something he could not entirely pinpoint with the lacking feeling he had right now. But almost all feeling came back to him as he felt something cold. Something cold and wet to be precise. He snapped his head down, no longer caring about whatever shtick Belle wanted to pull, only to be met with the surprising sight Belle knelt before him, her tongue running along the underbelly of his currently flaccid cock as it and his balls poked through his open zipper.
“Belle?! What the hell are you doing?!” Wise shouted, only to be interrupted by the sharp twinge of pleasure felt as Belle ran her tongue along his head, drifting it with an ease and skill she had no right to have.
“Oh man…” Belle muttered with a disappointed gaze. “I really thought it worked for a moment - I got it out and everything” Looking up at Wise as she dragged her tongue up his cock yet again, eliciting another reaction of pleasure from Wise, Belle smirked. “Oh? So, you’re sensitive right here – I’ll be sure to remember that for whenever you annoy me~”
“Belle, I-“ Wise still could not get so much as a sentence out, only for his words to be replaced with stifled gasps of pleasure, equal to that of moans should they be allowed out of his lips as his cock found itself completely enveloped by Belle’s warm mouth.
Belle worked her magic with an utterly natural touch that reverberated arousal throughout Wise’s body, pushing her head back and forth against his cock and sucking on it like she had a stray noodle, all the while tracing her tongue along its steadily growing length inside her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his precum as it leaked into her mouth and down her throat, but continue she did – it was a strange, almost gross flavour: like that of slimy tears, and yet Belle found no reason to cough it up nor refuse it. Belle swiftly dived her head back and forth, down onto Wise’s groin as she felt his stiff cock fill her mouth and near push into her throat. It was comforting, though that was likely just the arousal, to be sucking Wise’s cock whilst he blushed so heavily above her.
As Belle pulled her head back once more, she let Wise’s cock have an escape as it laid heavily on her face, covering one side of it. With a shaky breath, Belle spoke with a wide, lustful grin. “Wow… I figured as much, but you are a grower, huh? And grown you have~.” Belle said as she held Wise’s dick with a hand that seemed small in comparison, gently stroking it as it were wet with her saliva.
Wise, however, was just out of breath as she was, and was looking down at her with sweat on his brow from just the sheer pleasure of it. But as he did, looking down at the mess of a little sister that he called his, saliva and the stray pubic hair around her mouth as she stared at him with such lust, Wise found himself ever so internally regretful at his actions, both in the past, and for the ones he were about to make now.
Grabbing the sides of her head and pushing the chair back with a light kick, Wise plunged his cock down her throat yet again, met with both a surprised yelp of what was likely a mixture of pain and arousal from Belle, and also the utter tightness of her throat that encapsulated his girthy cock in all its being. He pumped, thrusting his cock down her throat roughly as he held her by the head with her hair scrunched up in his hands as he did. Wise wore an aroused grimace of pleasure on his face as he face-fucked his sister, the room filled with the sounds of wet gulping and gagging from Belle as he did.
“God- Why is your throat so perfect, Belle?! It feels like it was made for me – like we were made for each other!” Wise grunted out loudly, repeatedly pushing his cock from the tip of her tongue down to the deepest parts of her throat with each thrust. “You… have no idea… how fucking cute you look right now!”
Belle squinted through teary eyes and festering blushes atop her rosy cheeks, met only with the sight of Wise’s still clothed pelvis as he thrusted against her face with little care, the feeling of his cock ripping it down her throat only to go back up and do it all over again made her that much more aroused. She could feel herself getting wetter by the moment as Wise rammed his dick past her mouth, so much so to where she slowly pushed her underwear aside and began to finger herself as he did, rubbing her clit at the same speed and rhythm as Wise thrusted. It was all so much stimulation for the both of them as they were there conjoined, until finally Belle could feel herself nearing climax and Wise too. She felt he was nearing it and probably at the same time as her.
So, they both without a second’s doubt came, and in Wise’s case, unknowingly together. Wise’s cock, as he left it buried deep inside Belle’s throat, her face pressed against his groin, throbbed with each stream of cum that shot down Belle’s throat enough for her to feel it do so inside her. Belle’s legs quivered harshly, nigh flinching, as she struggled to keep fingering herself through orgasm though trying nevertheless. Her juices had leaked down her leg and through her clothes till the carpet underneath her was damp also, and completely her legs had crumbled from a kneel to being lazily spread underneath her.
Wise slowly staggard back, slumping onto his chair with an expression of momentary bliss as his semi-erect cock still sat outside his pants . However, as his eyes hovered over Belle’s messy form, that expression quickly changed into one of regretful worry as he sprung back off the chair and knelt down in front of Belle.
“B-Belle! Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I- Oh, goddammit; the hell is wrong with me…” Wise muttered as he looked at her. Belle closed her eyes into a scrunch for a moment, her mouth as well, and a loud gulping noise sounded throughout the room’s interior, followed by a comedically loud burp in Wise’s face.
“…Belle, did you just…?” Belle looked up at Wise with a smugness no other resident of New Eridu could muster before opening her mouth to show nothing more than the smallest traces of his doing between her teeth.
“Hehe… You called me cute…” Belle muttered as she turned her head to stare at nothing with a satisfaction Wise found to be unnatural considering their acts naught more than four paragraphs back. “I hope you know… I’m probably not going to be able to move from here- Oh, fuck, there goes my voice…”
Wise slumped onto the floor, facing Belle with a sigh of relief as he tucked his steadily-decreasing-in-erectness cock back into his pants with little care for the amount of washing he’s going to have to do after this. He let out sigh after sigh, until not much more of a noise was left in the room.
That was until a mechanical click was sounded out from the doorway.
Belle and Wise both looked over towards Qingyi, stood in the middle of the doorway with a camera and prideful smirk before casually turning and walking away with it. The siblings both looked back at each other, still unsure as to whether that just happened, but as they saw the question echoed in the others expression they very quickly realised Qingyi’s existence had very much been real, and with extreme panicked haste, they scarpered off the floor in unison to run after Qingyi, whom had completely disappeared from the store.